Carried on

It's all helicopters and electric guitars;

alarms and alerts-

this is more real now

than t ever was

flashback

With all the gears shifting and grinding

motors spew grease like spit

fire spreads like mad thoughts aloud.

It's all safe and sound and sun-shine

and it's not

lemonade stands and phone booths

nor Captain America or capes-

Now

some-where-else-one-mixed-up

present-past-back-again-remember…

Legends say

Silent nights

and nowhere fast and new,

howls deep and long and

carry on,

the rest

I cannot remember,

we’ve lost our hero.

Image credit: By Marshall, S. L. A. (Samuel Lyman Atwood), 1900-1977 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.